Empathy, a somewhat overworked buzzword these days, given currency by those who seek to emphasise the degree to which fellow feeling is absent from those whose views are divergent from their own. Often, “compassion” or “sympathy” would suffice. In a technical discussion of, say, Bertholt Brecht’s dramaturgy, it has its place, of course.
“Empathie : pourquoi voir les autres souffrir fait mal” : http://www.lefigaro.fr/sciences/2018/07/06/01008-20180706ARTFIG00330-empathie-pourquoi-voir-les-autres-souffrir-fait-mal.php
“Can I see another’s woe
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another’s grief
And not seek for sweet relief?
Never, never can it be!” [William Blake]
The deserted beach beyond Loix
As I drew nearer to my favourite spot this morning, a bird of prey, larger than a kestrel but smaller than a buzzard, plummeted from the sky on to a small rodent, but, doubtless alarmed by my approach, released it at once, allowing the startled creature to scurry away to safety, squeaking its song of freedom amidst the scrub.